The careful reading of several volumes in sequence by Mário Ferreira dos Santos impacted me so strongly that I had the impulse to go through all my notes looking for nonsense. However, this is an impulse I cannot allow. To revise my past is to destroy what I was, to erase the traces of a possible evolution. Written lines are the record in time of lasting impressions or not: but they are, nevertheless, the evidence of the path traveled. To suppress what I was is to distort what I am: a justifiable action, not in the minds of those obsessed with perfect coherence, but in the minds of impostors and scoundrels.
Written Lines Are the Record in Time of Lasting Impressions or Not
